The muscle of memory

Is operated by white rabbits

They jump around 

And dig holes.


There’s pink worms 

That bite the apple 

And cross

From one side to the other


And they loop 

And hop and scoop 

They pop and pick,

What to capture.

They captured the rugged

And the silk

Non-linearly 

They argue who should take command


The rabbit or the worm

To point the sun towards the moon

To separate the water from the earth